Crushed, Cursed and Broken.

Making images of myself in my feelings has always been one of the ways I handled the myriad of emotions coursing through my soul.

At a point in my life where my world seemed to cave in and all hopes essentially bleak, my bullishness on my art seemed to portray me a sore loser unable to live up to responsibilities that rested on my shoulders. My feelings at the time were of one who's spirit was crushed, I felt the curse of the firstborn child of an African Home and a totally broken human.

With a borrowed camera, I sat in and made this intimate portrait of myself in my feelings.